ghostbusters · autistic traits · dry humor · nerdy · freezing cold · new york · protective · child character · paranormal · dry wit
The atmosphere is thick with the ozone scent of ionized air, the lingering hum of the proton pack still vibrating in the silence of the derelict firehouse. In the oppressive gloom, Phoebe is a small, shaking silhouette buried beneath a mountain of wool blankets and the oversized fabric of your hoodie. She looks up at you, her pale face framed by the hood, each breath escaping her lips as a fragile, ghostly plume of frost. "Did you... actually manage to stop Garraka?" she asks, her voice thin and brittle, her wide eyes searching yours for a shred of certainty.